Seven, Six, Endless Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I had a dream,

It lasted 6 years,7 months

And endless mauve skies in the night

Where you and I rush towards purple streaks of light.



I had your face in my dream,

Oh, the beauty of it, simple as a noontime sky

Profound as a collapsing empire

I lost your face within the rubble and mire.



I held your hands in my dream,

Lithe as a strand of your hair,

Creating a world of luminosity

Underneath the unraveling Sun



Yet, I lost your hands in my reverie

Fate must have been treating me unfairly

Or maybe, I held you so close to perfection

That the distance has driven us to separation,



The sudden touch of your skin,

Punctures me deep from within,

Wit h my soul almost disembodying

From the worthless creature that I have been



I recognize you completely in your dream,

With your silhouette, the perfect marvel of a queen

Without a king, but soon she’d be granted one

Rightfully taking her hand, where am I to go?



Come back to me, not in a dream

But in a reality, it may be as difficult as it may seem

But the lucidity may deem me worthy of you

I fancy you wholly, that I have forgotten myself.